Amidst the shocked expressions of several staff members, He Shaocong sprinted straight into a private room that was not open to the public.

Inside, the chairman of Wan'an Group, He Wan'an, was hosting a gathering of high-ranking officials and prominent business figures.

The abrupt intrusion by He Shaocong caused the room to fall into silence, and He Wan'an's expression immediately darkened.

Is this kid out of his mind?

Does he even know what kind of occasion this is?

But considering that his son was not one to act recklessly and seeing the unusual expression on his face, He Wan'an's brows furrowed in concern.

"What's going on with you?"

"Dad, can you step out for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Ignoring the presence of distinguished guests in the room, He Shaocong urgently spoke, his tone hurried and unrelenting.

This made He Wan'an's frown deepen, but after a moment of hesitation, he nodded. Apologizing to the guests with a forced smile, he quickly stepped out of the room.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked as soon as they were outside.

"Let's talk somewhere private," He Shaocong insisted, leading his father into his own designated private room.

Once inside, after a brief and direct explanation from He Shaocong, He Wan'an's face twitched with disbelief.

"You're telling me you believe that man, Ye Chen, and his intuition that our Hongyan Restaurant will experience a fire? Look, if it were some other kind of issue, I could entertain it, but fire safety? Hongyan Restaurant has the highest fire prevention standards in Jiangzhou. Do you think that's even remotely possible?"

He Shaocong wasn't surprised by his father's dismissive attitude and quickly explained further.

"Dad, I understand that relying on intuition sounds far-fetched, but Ye Chen has used his intuition to avert disasters before. Remember Changfeng? He saved him. You know Changfeng, right? And not just him—there was the Tiangong Club incident where he predicted bloodshed. And just recently, Police Chief Qi Quan survived a shootout with a wanted criminal only because he listened to Ye Chen."

Without pausing, he continued, "Dad, I also know that Ye Chen's abilities go far beyond what I've mentioned. Jingshan wasn't willing to tell me everything, but even the former Party Secretary respects him immensely, and the current Secretary Yan Huali has dined with him. Do you think someone like him would make things up? What would he have to gain?"

Hearing this, He Wan'an froze.

He was a naturally superstitious person who never missed a chance to burn incense and pray on the first and fifteenth days of every month. To him, the philosophy of "better safe than sorry" always rang true.

Had He Shaocong not provided these accounts, he might have dismissed Ye Chen's words as nonsense. But now, he found himself wavering.

"Is he really as remarkable as you say? Even the former Party Secretary and the current one hold him in high regard?"

"That's exactly what Jingshan told me!" He Shaocong said quickly.

He Wan'an fell into deep thought, then, after a brief silence, gritted his teeth and said, "Where is this Ye Chen now?"

"In the restaurant lobby," He Shaocong replied.

"Alright, wait for me. Let me go back and excuse myself to the guests, and we'll go see him together."

"Make it quick!"

A few minutes later, father and son approached Ye Chen. As the so-called "Catering King of Jiangzhou," Ye Chen was no stranger to He Wan'an—but that was from a past life.

In his previous life, the tragedy at Hongyan Restaurant had thrust Wan'an Group and He Wan'an into the media spotlight. Ye Chen distinctly remembered that within less than a month, He Wan'an's black hair had turned completely white, a testament to the torment and sleepless nights he endured during that period.

"Brother Ye, let me introduce you to my father, He Wan'an!" He Shaocong promptly said.

"Chairman He, it's a pleasure to meet you," Ye Chen said as he stood up and extended his hand.

"Dad, this is Ye Chen, the one I mentioned," He Shaocong added.

"Mr. Ye, it's an honor!"

Displaying none of the airs of a business mogul, He Wan'an warmly shook Ye Chen's hand, nodding politely to the others in the room before quickly cutting to the chase.

"Mr. Ye, I hear from Shaocong that you believe Hongyan Restaurant might soon face a calamity?"

"Chairman He, it's just my intuition. But my intuition has always been quite accurate," Ye Chen replied with a smile.

"Intuition? Isn't that a bit... hard to justify?" He Wan'an asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Chairman He, whether or not it's reasonable isn't important. I'm simply sharing what I feel. If you trust me, you might want to be cautious. If not, you can consider it nonsense," Ye Chen said calmly.

This unassuming yet confident demeanor left He Wan'an momentarily speechless, as though there was an inexplicable aura about Ye Chen that he couldn't ignore.

"Uncle He, Brother Ye's intuition is extraordinary—you can't afford to dismiss it!" Zhang Jingshan interjected.

He Wan'an nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Ye, I appreciate your concern, but do you know how much effort I've put into Hongyan Restaurant? I've consulted numerous feng shui masters, all of whom gave their approval before I began construction. The restaurant's feng shui is said to be exceptional, and our fire safety measures are top-notch. But to hear about a fire risk on opening day... isn't that a bit..."

Even as he spoke, He Wan'an was surprised at himself for not feeling angry about the inauspicious prediction. Normally, such remarks would have enraged him.

"Chairman He, I won't comment on that. I've said what I needed to say. If you believe me, take precautions. If not, just treat it as idle talk," Ye Chen replied nonchalantly.

"What would you suggest if I were to believe you?" He Wan'an asked, frowning deeply.

"If you trust me, temporarily close the restaurant and conduct a thorough inspection of everything—gas pipelines, gas delivery systems, fire alarms, everything that could potentially cause a fire. Once you've confirmed there's no issue, reopen. There's no rush, right?" Ye Chen said with a faint smile.

"Close for inspection? We just opened today, with the entire Jiangzhou catering industry watching. How do we even explain that?" He Wan'an asked, his tone grave.

"That's up to you," Ye Chen said.

"Mr. Ye, are you that confident in your intuition?"

"It's not about confidence. This isn't my responsibility. But since Shaocong called me 'Brother Ye,' I had to share my strong intuition. Whether or not you act on it is up to you. Honestly, I hope my intuition is wrong this time," Ye Chen said lightly, shaking his head with a calm smile.